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               ⬤ 1932: The United States Public Health Service begins the Tuskegee Study of
                                                              with 600 subjects, approximately two-thirds

          Untreated Syphilis in the Negro Male,


          of   whom have syphilis. The subjects are told only that they are being treated









          for   ‘‘bad blood.’’ Approximately 100 die from the disease. It is later revealed that for


          research purposes, the men            were denied drugs that could have saved them.




























            Upon closer inspection, the leaf her 2-year-old   was attempting to put     men   who were enrolled in the Tuskegee Study were told they’d get free


          in his mouth in the middle of the playground on that lovely fall day   was in     medical care. Instead, from 1932 to 1972, researchers   watched as the men


                                                               their

          fact a used tampon. She snatched it from him and Purelled both of      developed lesions on their mouths and genitals. Watched as their lymph



          hands before rushing them back to their apartment on Dean. She put him     nodes swelled, as their hair fell out. Watched as the disease moved into







          in the bath and scrubbed, and by the time her husband found them, they     its final stage, leaving the men blind and demented, leaving them to die.

          were both crying.                                         All this   when they knew a simple penicillin shot would cure them. All








            ‘‘We have to leave New   York,’’ she said after he put the baby to bed.     this because they   wanted to see what would happen. For years afterward,






          ‘‘Let’s move back home.’’                                 her grandmother refused to go to the hospital. Even at 89, perpetually












            ‘‘There are tampons in   Alabama,’’ he said, and then, ‘‘What’s the worst     hunched over in the throes of   an endless cough, she’d repeat, ‘‘Anything


          that could happen?’’                                      but the doctor.’’ Bad blood begets bad blood.

               It was the question they’d played out since graduate school, when her     She’s more trusting than her grandmother, but she still has her mo-











          hypochondria had been all-consuming. Back   then, leaning into her fears,     ments. Like many   women, she was nervous about giving birth. All the





          describing them, had given her   some comfort, but then they had Booker     more so because she   was doing it in New York City, where black wom-







          and suddenly   the worst looked so much worse.            en are 12 times as likely to die in childbirth as   white women. And in that








                                                                                                     Tuskegee. The lingering, nig-





            ‘‘He could get an S.T.D., and then   we’d be the black parents at the hos-  very statistic, the indelible impression of










          pital   with a baby with an S.T.D., and the pediatrician would call social ser-  gling feeling that she is never fully   safe in a country where doctors and      via Wellcome Collection



          vices, and they   would take him away, and we’d end up in jail.’’   researchers had no qualms about   watching dozens of   black men die —








            ‘‘O.K.,’’ he said slowly. ‘‘That   would be bad, but it’s statistically very, very     slowly, brutally — simply   because they could. When she held Booker in



          unlikely.   Would it make you feel better if we called the doctor?’’   her arms for the first time and saw   her grandmother’s nose on his perfect




            She shook   her head. Her husband only used the word ‘‘statistically’’     face, love and fear rose up in her. ‘‘What’s the   worst that could happen?’’

          when he wanted to avoid using the words ‘‘you’re crazy.’’ She knew that     her   husband asks, and she can’t speak it — the worst. Instead, she tries














          the doctor   would just tell her to trust him, but she also knew that when the     to turn off the little   voice in her head, the one that wants to know: How





          worst happens in this country, it often happens to them.   exactly do   you cure bad blood?                            Syringe: Science Museum, London,


            She comes by her hypochondria and iatrophobia honestly.   When she


          was growing up in
                          Alabama, people still talked about their grandfathers,


          fathers and brothers   who had died of bad blood. That was the catchall





          term for syphilis, anemia and just about anything that ailed   you. The 600  By Yaa Gyasi

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